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Baby Boy
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[Verse 1] My grandma had a son, my mother's only brother My only uncle by blood didn't like to listen And only done what he want, was out here like his niggas His homie high-key had hooked up a mission They was getting it, running that digit up Late '80s in Brooklyn had niggas thugging People killing right outside, baggin' us up The only way to not pass by was not give no fuck Get higher than and fight back fire, that feel of suffering Realer, so they saw drug dealing as an eruption Of niggas getting rich as shit and now feel adjusted Funny how where it's at isn't that big a jump The ceiling was a floor, as real as that feeling was Money, power, respect isn't as real as lovе But niggas got to get that skrilla, that bill adds up You might wanna give back to, yeah, yеah, yeah [Verse 2] My grandma had a son, my mother's only brother My only uncle by blood didn't like to listen And only done what he want, was out here like his niggas His homie high-key had hooked up a mission They was getting it, running that digit up One night in like '93 selling that good They ain't like the price, like plug, tried the right one A gunfight ignite, light three, candlelight vigil They hit his man, he stayed with him 'cause he not budging Crying for his man like, "Please, brother, get up" The opps spun it back, light him right in that muffin Took a nigga lights, but he ain't die, he had luck My grandma was his moms and she ain't handle that good Screaming prayers to God and reading that book Womb to the sandbox, stand clean of that judge The judge see you once, he done, we in that dungeon
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